ink block

Your head is
stuck stuck stuck.

Your thought is
sick sick sick.

Now all of them
go...
go...

Leave them thoughts
in the past...

They
might
find
their
way

to the
front
of the mind....

Sometimes

Those thoughts
that will not
go....

...Aaaway.

All those thoughts
of
...jealousy
...envy
...hatred
...regret

That will not go....

...Aaaway.

You thoughts are
stuck... stuck... stuck.
and that head is
sick... sick... sick....

Twist of black ink,
spread out, soaked up
inside that pink cranium...
blocks your mind from those
sweet...mellow...dreams.